Just a bunch of shit that never seems to stop happening. I lost my dad on 24 April 2005, someone who I'd been helping survive since I was eleven years old, and I'm 19 now, so that's eight years of helping someone, and it pretty much deadened up a lot inside me. Other things that piss me off include lack of a job, losing a job last night, the job was construction, and the guy I was working for felt I wasn't big enough to do it, got paid anyway, we all know where the money is going: Either on weed, Methadone, or OxyContin.
drsonoma Reviewed by drsonoma on . F*** all. The American Dream? Bullshit from the Menace. Hope? Fuck that. I don't believe in anything related to that worthless evasion of reality. I prefer to consume drugs to evade reality. Seems like everytime something goes right in my life, something fucks it up. I never did care about life, but certain events during the last few months have firmly backed those perceptions. I haven't given two fucks about life for seven years, and the way I look at it, every day I live is one less on this shitty Rating: 5